She wants to dance like Uma Thurman
There was one thing and one thing only on his mind that day: Wormwood. The plant had healing properties of course but they were hardly his intention. Instead he sought to craft the vibrant green brew that opened his mind to the spirits and at times could even make them manifest. Absinthe Valentin had called it and he shuddered with excitement at the thought of the dizzying effects it had the first time he had tried it, and of being stripped completely of his inhibitions.
His golden companion chittered, flanking him to search for the dusty plant while he nosed through the undergrowth surrounding the base of the mountain. He had only just arrived but he was eager to meet his fellow packmates, more than that he was eager to hear what the spirits had to say to him about them.
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